five fingers
drowning in touch
eyes are closed
but never shut.

fire is my lips
my hair is the wind,
sailing
waves clam then crashing
balancing.

this land,
growing distance.
floating,
water,
barrior,
shaped around us.

silence speaks
to lust.

red stained shoes
and snow kissed.
never lived
upon this gray.

and it chased me
once,
calling it
day.